She began walking away and he stood there for a moment.
"Anya," he called, causing her to stop again and turn. She said nothing.
"I think perhaps it is I that would be learning," he gave a small smile and she still stood there, silent.
"Good evening newcomer," she said and whipped around, disappearing behind around the corner.
Newcomer. What? I guess I would be though.
Tyr turned and began walking back to his quarters and lay back down on his bunk. He thought about this Anya girl, wondering what he could have or should have done to prevent himself from being in position for the killing strike.
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